#// please let steve join the crew

[liibertysdream-archived]

"i'm impressed. and a little jealous." steve confessed as he looked over peter's ship. "your job seems way cooler than mine." @spartax-prince

[dreamsteddie]

Once Steve and Eddie come out to the broader world, Eddie's floodgates open, and before interviewers can even think to ask about his "long-term partner and love of my life" Eddie starts gabbing about Steve almost as soon as a microphone is put near his face.

At first, Eddie refuses any and all requests to be on talk shows or long-form interviews. Steve himself has no desire to be interviewed ever, and Eddie wants the media hype to die down before he makes any big appearances off the stage. He knows that if he does the conversation will be a glorified investigation into his private life no holds bared.

So Eddie takes the occasional question after a show or on the red carpet but always dominates the conversation and finishes quickly. He's always dropping little tidbits about Steve, even if it's just talking about whether or not he was able to make the show or how handsome he looks in their matching outfits today.

Once the hype dies down and the media vultures aim their beaks at another celebrity, Eddie agrees to do a couple of talk shows with the rest of the band.

Everything is normal. The focus is on their next leg of the tour and the music video they released last week that went viral. Right up until the last three or so minutes when the interviewer asks, kindly, how his boyfriend Stevie is doing.

Stevie.

As in Eddie's Stevie.

The name only Eddie and Robin have ever called him. The name that used to make Steve flush so pretty when they first started drifting together. The name that still makes Steve give him one of those pleased little smiles that make his heart pitter-patter in his chest years later.

Eddie's hackles are immediately raised at the audacity of this stranger to talk about his boyfriend so familiarly. His shoulders rise, eyes narrowing ready to say something scathing when the rest of the band notices and steps in. Jeff drops a not-so-friendly hand on Eddie's shoulder while Freak steps in to very loudly tell a funny story about the last time Steve joined them on the road. Emphasizing "Steve" a little too much as he does.

When Eddie finally gets to stalk off stage he's let himself get worked into a tizzy. Logically, it's not a big deal but Eddie has always been territorial when it came to Steve and has been even more on edge since they came out. The idea of anyone outside of their family acting like they know them, know him, just because he's married to Rockstar Eddie Munson and shows up in the occasional gossip rag makes him so fucking mad.

As soon as he's backstage he's dialing Steve's number, impatiently running one hand through his hair as the phone rings and rings. As soon as he hears the beginning of Steve's standard WASPy "Hello, this is the Harrington-Buckley residence, Steve speaking" greeting Eddie launches into a long rant about "the audacity of media vultures."

Steve doesn't say a word the entire time, just letting Eddie vent out his frustrations. At the end, Steve lets the silence linger for a little bit before speaking.

"Hey babe?"

"Yeah, Stevie?"

"I don't know how to tell you this but you've been referring to me exclusively as 'Stevie' since we came out. I'm pretty sure when we made the announcement you said 'This is my Stevie. He's been my partner for six years.'"

".....what?"

"In fact, I'm sure that's exactly what you said because Robin replaced all my nametags at work with ones that said 'My Stevie' because she has the sense of humor of a middle schooler."

"God fucking damn it!"

They hang up not long after. When Eddie looks up for the first time since he dialed Steve's number he's met with the rest of the band and their personal crew all wearing various faces of exasperation.

Sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, he rocks on the balls of his feet and says "Sooooooo...I may have overreacted."

----

The next day, despite Eddie's hopes that his outburst wasn't that noticeable, his clearly irate face is the subject of every magazine and gossip rag at the grocery store.

Robin frames her favorite one and gives it to Eddie for his birthday.

[in1-nutshell]

AYYAYAAY REQUEST ARE OPENN :DD

Now I can actually say this since I’m curious

I want to see Ophelia snap, like get really angry since we barely see her getting anger :3

Ophelia doesn't snap too often, but when she does... it isn't pretty.

Hope you enjoy!

Ophelia snaps

SFW, Romance, Slight Angst, Platonic, Cybertronian reader

RID 2015

Ophelia was working on some of the Decepticon hunter’s while the others were out on their daily patrol.

Even Fix-it joined the team, leaving Denny and Russel.

Ophelia happily explained some of the repairs to the humans when the sounds of engines roaring came in.

Ophelia smiled to herself as she and the human went to the main area.

She was not prepared to see the team all battered up.

And noticing the absence of their leader and her Conjunx.

Ophelia racing over to the team gently guiding them to the med bay. Ophelia: “Where’s Bee and Steve?” Drift groaning: “We were ambushed. Bumblebee and Steve stayed behind to buy us all some time to escape. They have been captured.” Ophelia clenches her servos before going to the main console before grabbing a Decepticon hunter and marching to the entrance. Grimlock blocks the exit with his tail: “Lia? What are you doing?” Ophelia: “I’m getting our leader and Conjunx back.” Sideswipe: “You? Alone? Fat chance.” Strongarm: “If the 7 of us barely got out of there what makes you think going there alone is a good idea?” Ophelia gives them all a harsh glare. Some of the bots step back. Ophelia: “I HAVE a plan Strongarm. And I WILL get them out of there with or without the team. So, who’s with me?”

The team was surprised seeing how serious the minibot was on their way to the location.

They arrived at an abandoned warehouse.

Steve and Bumblebee were both tied up and gagged in the middle of the room.

The team began to run towards them, when the traps got triggered.

One by one each member got tied up, rendering them immobile.

Out of the shadows the leader of the small group of cons had shown his face.

It was during the monologue that the team realized that they were a member short.

Leader: “And then when I—I, I’m sorry I can’t help but get the feeling that you’re ignoring me.” SLAM! The rafter above the Cons opens up and a familiar minibot lands. Steve in pure panic: “OPHELIA!” Drift: “So that’s where she ran off to.” Bumblebee noticing Steve on the verge of a panic attack: “Drift, not the time.” The leader and his crew laugh at the minibot holding the smaller version of a Decepticon hunter.

Leader: “HAHAHAHAHA! And what is the little minibot going to do with that puny toothpick?” Ophelia: “…Have you forgotten who I am?” She activates the Decepticon hunter turning into a mace. Ophelia: “Let me give you a reminder of who’s team you decided to hurt.”

The team stared in shock at the brutal beatdown the pacifist minibot laid on the Cons.

Steve had flashbacks to the ‘training’ sessions he had seen on the Nemesis.

Not very good flashback either.

Once Ophelia had finished beating the Cons up and putting them in their respective stasis cuffs, it was as if a switch had been turned on.

Ophelia ran to Bumblebee with fear in her optics. Ophelia: “Is everyone okay?! Hold on, I’ll get those things off you!” Ophelia unties Bumblebee and then Steve. Steve immediately pulls her in for a hug. Ophelia responds with an equally strong hug. Steve: “Don’t you EVER do something like that again! Please… don’t do that…” Ophelia just hugs him tighter. Steve pulls her closer and carries her bridal style. Ophelia: “My Spark, I can walk.” Steve: “I know.” Ophelia just looks at his face with love. Sideswipe: “Since when can you do that!?” Ophelia: “You don’t become the temporary leader of the Decepticon’s without knowing how to fight Sides.” Strongarm: “You were the what?!” Ophelia looking over at Grimlock: “Did no one really know that?” Grimlock just shrugs before patting her helm. Drift nods and joins the others. Bumblebee goes up to her side: “You did good Ophelia, but like Steve said—” Ophelia rolling her optics playfully and tiredly: “I know, I know… but I don’t regret it.” Steve squeezes her a bit before joining the others on the walk back home.

snap!

[amybizarre]

Steve Saga Rainbow Factory AU Lore

Just a quick heads up. If you're a kid reading this, please don't. I know it says Steve Saga and that's a show for a younger audience, but this AU definitely isn't. It contains mature topics such as mental issues, violence, death and the likes. So please, when reading stuff on the internet: Be safe, not brave. You have been warned.

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It all started with an incredibly traumatic event for Rainbow Steve. Essentially he had to watch his best friend Sabre die during some gruesome fight.

Yep. Sabre’s dead.

Rainbow snapped after that. This event is also where he got the scars on his face and the blind eye from. (The post with his design is Here.)

Rainbow became so sick and tired of being a useless, weak idiot, that he decided to switch to drastic measures in order to finally become strong. That day he swore to himself, to become the strongest Steve to have ever existed and quench all “evil” and “weakness” under his heel.

But, oh, the price he’d have to pay.

Rainbow founded and built the Rainbow Factory. Initially he started to experiment on power sources like crystals and power stone, but his efforts were quickly proven fruitless. So he switched to Steves relatively soon.

Experiments quickly became ugly and terrifying, he didn’t fully know what he was doing at first.

Eventually he discovered that a colorful substance could be extracted from Steves. Some sort of liquid energy.

Rainbow named this substance “Spectra”. He also discovered that Spectra could be injected back into Steves and had different effects on them, based on the colors used.

Did the Spectra and Steve match colorwise, then the Steve absorbed it no problem and became stronger.

This was a great success and Rainbow started injecting himself, quickly becoming addicted to the initial thrill of Spectra absorption.

Did the Spectra and Steve not match colorwise, then the effects would be negative to varying degrees. The further the two colors were apart from each other, the more different they were, the more horrific the effects and subsequent suffering would be.

But Rainbow didn’t stop there… Doing this all by himself was tiresome after all. He opted to build himself a team. He wanted to make more Steves like himself.

Experiments continued. All of his attempts to fuse different colors failed however. Except for one. It was more of an accident, but somehow Rainbow managed to unite all colors within one Steve, albeit in the wrong order.

Rainbow named his experiment Reverse Steve, who immediately became his favorite experiment. A bit of “improvements” and training later, Reverse was allowed to work alongside Rainbow.

Together they started a campaign to brainwash more people into joining their cause. Plague Steve stepped up, voicing his interest. So he also works for the factory now.

Some experiments got either broken or manipulated so badly by Rainbow, that he can let them work for his factory freely as well.

So, basically, Rainbow became worse than Nightmare. He became the very thing he’d sworn to destroy. But he doesn’t care anymore. He’s done with the world’s bullshit.

He turned from the prey to the hunter, now actively searching for Nightmare and his crew. Rainbow plans on turning Dark and Shadow into experiments as well, eager to find out how exactly their dark powers work and if they had Spectra in them as well.

For Nightmare the plan is a lot worse. Because Nightmare absorbed so many Steves during his lifetime, he is a giant battery for lots - and I mean LOTS - of Spectra of all kinds. Giving him the “Extraction Treatment” once, simply won’t be enough. In Rainbow’s ideal world, Nightmare will have to endure the Pegasus Device multiple times, so he can take that sweet, sweet Spectra all for himself.

You’re wondering what Lucas and Light are doing? As soon as Rainbow went downhill mentally, Lucas grabbed Light and went into hiding with him, hoping to protect the innocent Steve from any harm.

[strangerquinns]

Deadly Reunion| Chapter 24

Eddie Munson x female!reader // a stranger things apocalypse au

summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since childhood. But when the outbreak happened five years ago, you were torn from one another in the chaos. but now you’re left alone, after your group was killed by another radical crew, leaving you to seek out what was once home. // zombie apocalypse Hawkins set in 1993

warnings: angst + adult themes w/ descriptions of violence, blood, torture + other zombie apocalypse related issues (no use of y/n)

word count: 3k+

smut warning: p in v, fingering, creampie - if wanting to skip look for (**) at the beginning and end

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The warm, musky, smoky scent that always seemed to hang onto Eddie was keeping the anxiousness building within your gut down at the moment. Over the last few days, your nerves became more and more shot. Hopper was pressing harder on training, planning, and strategizing. Each night you dropped down into Eddie’s bed like a dead weight. You were ignoring the fact that your body wasn’t fully healed from before.

If you made it out alive, you could rest then.

You sat at the table hearing the low vibration of conversations around you. Your side was pressed tightly against Eddie’s with his arm wrapped around you. The food in front of you was more picked over than eaten at all. Looking around the table you watched as others spoke to one another.

Robin teased Steve as usual. Jonathan and Argyle were in some deep conversation at the end of the table, too far to really hear what they were saying. Eddie, Gareth, Dustin, and Mike were in some deep debate over something to do with D&D. You weren’t really paying attention enough.

“We having a bonfire tonight?” Gareth asked, drawing your attention back to them. “You know…before everything?”

“Should everyone get a good night's sleep?” Mike asked, his eyes darting around the cafeteria.

“Don’t think anyone is going to be doing much sleeping tonight, Wheeler,” Eddie spoke, pushing away his tray with a heavy sigh. The weight of everything came down heavy over the table.

You were no longer the only one lost in the worry and fear of what tomorrow was going to bring.

“We can still do it,” You spoke softly from beside Eddie, forcing a small smile onto your face. “Better to be together, for those that want to?”

“I like that idea,” Robin spoke up, everyone else at the table now turned toward the rest of you. “Cause I know for a fact I’m not going to be sleeping much tonight. Would be alone in my dorm room anyway.”

Robin sent a playful glare your way, which caused heat to move up your body and settle on your cheeks.

Everyone stood from the table and moved together to exit out of the Lab and out back where Gareth and Eddie’s trailers were settled. Eddie reached down and grabbed your hand tightly, keeping you closer to his side as the two of you walked.

“Are you ok?” Eddie whispered softly, so the two of you would be in your own conversation, everyone lost in their own.

You looked up at him and could see the worry clear over his expression. Tension clear between his brows, “Are any of us ok?”

Eddie let out a soft, humorless chuckle, “No. I guess that was a stupid question.” He paused and took a deep breath. “Just…noticed you barely ate and have been quieter than usual.”

“Not really hungry,” You shrugged slightly, “Can’t really think much about anything. It’s like the nervousness is filling my stomach enough.”

“Promise me tomorrow you’ll force something? I don’t want you going out there on an empty stomach,”

“I-I…” You pressed your lips tightly together, “Don’t make me promise anything, Eddie. Please.”

“This one thing,” Eddie spoke firmly, a tone of begging to his voice. “I won’t ask of anything else.”

You sighed heavily and slightly nodded your head giving Eddie the answer he wanted. By the time the two of you joined the others at the pit outside Eddie and Gareth's trailers, a fire had already started, and the others were sitting around. Gareth had pulled out the whiskey he’d pulled out the night you were reunited with them. Another old glass jar was placed into your grasp, a shot already inside, as you took a seat on one of the logs around the fire.

“A toast,” Gareth spoke, raising his drink up, “To the last night we might all possibly be together,” He spoke somberly “I hope to see all your faces come back through tomorrow – but just in case…it’s been real.”

“Not morbid at all, dude,” Argyle spoke before knocking back his drink, everyone else around him doing the same.

“He’s not wrong,” You spoke up, feeling the burn of the whiskey move down your throat before warming within your belly. “We could all come back tomorrow, but…the reality is we might most likely all won’t.”

“We can’t go into it with that mindset,” Steve spoke up, his eyes connected with yours. A stern, authoritative, firmness behind them that made you shrink back slightly. “We have to go into that we’re all coming back, and we’re killing every single one of those assholes.”

While everyone around you cheered and seemed to toast to that – you sat in silence. Looking down at the amber liquid as your head, and heart seemed to battle and keep you sitting in a sort of limbo. On one hand, you wanted all of them dead, these were the same group that killed your entire camp, your mother. Your best friend. But on the other hand, now that you knew Wendy, was amongst them – you didn’t know what to think. You didn’t want her dead. If anything, you wanted her to come back with you all. But after the attack, she took part in, that was never going to happen.

“What were the scouts able to find out about these cowards?” Jonathan asked, your mind drawing back to the group around you.

“They have a leader, some dude named Henry Creel. Can’t really find out much about him for obvious reasons. But he’s tall and blonde. He walks around like he’s the King or some shit so it’s not hard to point him out.” Steve spoke.

“He’s fuckin’ creepy looking.” Robin shuttered “Has these deep-set blue eyes that are just cold. Scary seeing him through the binoculars.”

“Learned a few of others that seem to be high in power, or at least, Creel trusts.” Steve continued, “Some dude named Neil, another named Billy – Billy looks like his son honestly.”

“How large is this group?” Dustin asked.

“Not much bigger than ours, but with how they move, it’s our disadvantage.”

“We also aren’t 100% sure if they were coming or not,” Eddie spoke up, his arm wrapped around you as he pulled you tighter into his chest. “We could be going in and they are fully prepared.”

“Why don’t we stop talking about this and forget for the rest of the night,” Robin spoke “I’m sick of the impending doom cloud that’s been hanging over us these last few weeks…ever since Nancy died.”

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” Eddie whispered into your ear.

You nodded your head gently and allowed Eddie to help you up from your seat. A few of the others had dissipated and went back to their beds. Gareth, Argyle, Dustin, and a couple others were the only ones sitting at the fire. Eddie guided you up into his trailer and pulled the door closed behind him. The two of you didn’t speak, but moved in sync, as you slowly undressed.

Eddie came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. His warm lips pressed against your chilled skin with small kisses. It caused your body to erupt with goosebumps. You closed your eyes and seemed to relax back into him more, feeling his bare chest against your back, his calloused fingers exploring your body. You let out a soft and gentle moan as his fingers teased your nipple, pinching it gently.

Eddie slowly turned you in his arms and pressed his lips to yours with his hand gently caressing your face. When he pulled back, neither of you spoke, just continued to undress the other. Eddie brought his hands up to gently touch your face, staring down at you with so much love, it made your chest tighten slightly. He bent down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, before settling on your lips.

“Come ‘ere baby,” Eddie whispered against your lips before leading you to the back of the trailer, moving you down to lay across the rumbled sheets of his bed.

*smut 18+*

You reached out and grabbed for him, pulling him over your body, needing to feel him against you. It was like the moment he was even out of reach; your body craved him. Eddie slowly moved up your body as he placed kisses along your scared skin. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, squirming slightly beneath him, as the ache between your legs grew. As Eddie wrapped his lips around your peaked nipple, sucking and rolling his tongue, his hand moved down between you. His fingers teased against your slit before thrusting two fingers. You moved your hips down against his hand, needing more, the stretch of his fingers not enough.

“…please, please…Eddie, please,” You begged, pawing at his chest lightly.

Eddie liked watching your face whenever he was pleasing you, hearing the soft whimper and moans coming from your swollen lips. The faces you made as he watched you.

“What baby?” Eddie spoke softly, moving up to press a kiss along your jaw. With your head tilted back against the pillows, it gave him better access to your neck. “Tell me what you need.”

Your hand moved and fisted through his dark curls, pulling on them, to bring him back over you. Your lips brushed against his slightly – barely touching. His thumb added pressure to your clit with his fingers moving a little faster. Your breath got caught in your throat for a moment before a raspy whimper of his name came from you. The erotic sound of his fingers between your legs could be heard along with your moans. Your slick moving down between your cheeks and spreading between your thighs.

“You…you, please…oh-fu..fuck,” Your fingers tightened with the sheets beneath you, knuckles turning white.

Eddie could feel that you were close with how you were tightening and fluttering around his fingers. But just before he could send you over the edge, Eddie pulled his fingers out. You gasped at the feeling of him moving away from you, your eyes widening slightly. But before you could mutter a word of protest, you watched as Eddie brought his fingers to his mouth, before sucking on them. You watched as his tongue moved along his slender digits, sucking your slick off of them, and moaning as he did so.

“…Eddie,” You spoke with a breathy whimper, your hand still fisted within his curls.

Eddie smirked slightly before bending down to press a kiss to your lips, his tongue moving against yours so you could taste yourself. He shifted between your legs, Eddie reaching down between you both, rubbing his cock against your slit. Your hips moved up to meet with him before Eddie thrust deep inside of you – slowly. Your hand moved around to move down his back, your nails dragging along his pale skin, as you felt the stretch of him inside of you.

He pressed his body against yours holding himself up slightly on his elbows, rolling his hips against yours. The two of you moved together tenderly, with caressing touches, and soft kisses. Neither of you wanted this moment to be over quickly. You needed to feel one another because the truth of tomorrow still hung there.

“God, you feel so good sweetheart,” Eddie whimpered, pushing back slightly as he started to move faster, looking down to watch as his cock disappeared into you. Between you an erotic mess that both of you seemed to create. “…can’t get enough of you f-fuck,”

You whimpered as you felt the knot within you tighten more and more, knowing that you were going to cum.

“Eddie,” You spoke, nails digging deeper into his biceps.

“I know, pretty girl, I know,” Eddie spoke caressing your face softly, you leaned into his touch, “Can feel you…feel this perfect fuckin’ pussy squeezin’ around me” Eddie snapped his hips harder against you, hitting that sweet spot inside of you, making you moan and gasp for him louder. “Give it to me, I wanna feel you – want to feel this sweet pussy cum,”

Hearing his words and moans was enough to send you over. You fisted the hair at the back of his head, pulling him back to you, as you fell over the edge. The heels of your feet digging into his lower back to draw him deeper into you. Eddie pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours as the two of you panted softly.

**

“Fuck, I love you,” Eddie spoke, his dark eyes looking down at you intensely, his thumb rubbing against your cheek as he held your face.

“I love you,” You smiled before pecking his lips gently.

Neither of you said more, not needing to. Instead, Eddie moved gently from between your legs before getting out of bed. He came back with a wet cloth and cleaned between your legs before tossing it off to the side. He crawled back into bed and pulled the blanket over the two of you, encasing your bodies in warmth. You went right back to his side and nuzzled your face into his neck as he held you. The two of you lay there in silence, the wind hitting against the trailer, as Eddie moved his hand up and down along your back.

As much as you hoped, the sweet relief of sleep wouldn’t be coming to you easily tonight.

The day was heavy, you felt it the moment you woke up, it seemed to wrap around your shoulders and weigh you down.

You and Eddie moved through the motions of the morning.

The two of you opt to eat in the trailer and join the others at the cafeteria. Holding to your promise, you ate a little bit of food. Only really having the stomach for a couple pieces of toast. Eddie had taken some bread from the pantry that was baked earlier in the week.

Before you knew it the sun started to go down which meant it was time to get ready and meet at the front. Eddie dressed in his usual attire – his dark jeans, leather jacket, bandana wrapped around the lower half of his face with his dark curls pulled back from his face. After putting his hoots on, he slipped one of his knives inside and grabbed his pack. Your attire wasn’t far off from his – you wore all black as well with one of your old jackets. You grabbed your sheath and strapped it to your thigh and placed your knives inside.

The two of you left the trailer and moved toward the front of the labs where everyone seemed to be waiting. Hopper stood at the gate with his arms crossed at his chest and a darkened look on his face. Weapons were passed out along with ammunition if needed. A holster sat on your hip with a pistol inside as a shotgun was strapped across your back.

Amongst the crowd, you spotted Robin who was standing off to the side with Steve. It wasn’t long till her eyes shot up and connected with yours – both of you giving the other a small smile. You wished that you were grouped with all your friends, so you could see for yourself that they were all safe. But you were lucky to even be placed with Eddie – something you were sure he asked Hopper for.

“Now!” Hopper spoke loudly, his voice booming over the crowd and causing everyone to stop and look in his way. “We are about to embark on something that his group had never had to do before. But I have all the faith that we will achieve what we all want by the end of tonight. I want everyone to be vigilant…be safe…and watch each other’s backs. I know I am asking a lot of you tonight. But in the end, it was for the better of this camp. They have taken too much from us. We do this for Nancy, Sarah, and any other life that was lost due to these monsters.”

From the corner of your eyes, you saw Eddie look down at you for a moment, reaching over to squeeze your hand tightly.

“Everyone is to sweep through their planned parts of the old mall, never end a section alone! Once your area has been cleared, move on to the next till we all meet in center court. We don’t fully know what we’re expecting – but let us come out as the victors.”

Everyone around you seemed to let out a roar or cheer of some sort, causing you to jump slightly. The people atop the gate slowly pulled it open before the large group of fighters started to pour out – some marching off to the left with Enzo and the others to the right with Hopper. You kept close to Eddie as the two of you moved with the group that was going off to the right. Each step you took caused your heart to jump more and more up into your throat.

“How about when all of this done, we got back to Ricks? Get away for a few days?” Eddie asked, his voice low as he spoke to you.

“Ricks?” You questioned, “Yeah, yeah that sounds good.”

Eddie smiled slightly, but this time, it didn’t reach his eyes like usual. “It’s a date then baby,”

You nodded your head and tried to force a smile onto your face, reaching for his hand and holding onto it tightly again. Finding peace in feeling the warmth of his hand in yours.

Ok! Ok! I am so sorry for this long pause between updates. I had a lot going on these last two weeks. Work, family, other shit - but I am back. The next chapter is going to be all battle. I was gonna place it here with this chapter but a nearly 6k+ word chapter seemed like a lot! If you enjoyed it, please like + reblog, it really helps! Come and chat or comment I love seeing people's views on the chapter updates! Hopefully, the smut wasn't too bad - but I wanted Reader and Eddie to have a moment before death, violence and zombies came back into the picture!

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[ddagent]

This was the hardest decision I've had to make this week because I am curious about all the smut prompts. May I request number 33 please? 👀

33. 69

It was a game they played. They'd hear about it from one of the engineers bragging at the Outpost, or one of Sergei's sisters would share a new position they had read in a magazine they had to hide from Sergei's mother. Then on Monday, Margo and Sergei – in their shared office – would discuss how the position could be achieved. What would be the best angle for maximum pleasure, limited joint strain? Could any improvements be made? Then they would test their hypothesis on a Sunday afternoon when the offices were empty and the skeleton crew would leave early. Just the two of them.

They were currently in one of the labs, on a drafting table. Margo's eyes kept drifting to the door, but Sergei had already locked it, wedged a chair underneath the handle, covered the window with paper. No one would be able to look inside – and they'd have enough warning for Margo to get her clothes on. Still, she flushed as she lay naked on the table, exposed to Sergei's wanting gaze.

Above her, Sergei grinned. He tipped her chin up so she could meet his mouth in a kiss. "Beautiful."

"Thank you."

"So—" He kissed her throat. "So—" Her sternum. "So—" Her breasts. "—beautiful."

Sergei let her adjust to the position while he kissed her breasts, her stomach. Her nipples were already erect with the chill in the room; his tongue circled them to hard points and left her squirming atop the drafting table. His hand lay firm on her stomach, trying to keep her steady but Margo was already anticipating what was to come, was already wet. She tried to occupy herself with Sergei: just as naked as she was. Her fingers touched his sides, ran through the fine blond chest hair. Her thumb swiped over the flat of his nipple and he shivered in pleasure.

"Margo."

His mouth advanced, drawing closer towards her cunt. The moisture from his mouth cooled on her skin; his nose pressed against the fine auburn hair between her legs. And then, Margo's clit was between his lips and he was pressing his tongue against the nerves, one hand spreading her thighs wide so he could better eat her out. In the two years they had been doing this regularly, ever since Sergei had joined her at NASA, he'd become adept at getting her off with his mouth. Wholly different from their very first encounter, in his college dorm, years after their first meeting.

Leaning back, Margo took a moment to savour the feeling of Sergei's mouth on her cunt before she turned to his cock. They'd discussed this position, with her head just over the desk, to minimise the strain. Margo took his cock easily in her mouth, lips closing around the head. She tasted pre-cum on her lips as her tongue swirled around the tip, her hand reaching behind her to grip his shaft. It was difficult to focus on a rhythm when Sergei's tongue was flicking against her clit, but she managed. Margo was nothing if not good at adapting to new rhythms.

She stuttered to a climax first, coming against Sergei's mouth. His tongue eased her through an aftershock as she tightened the pressure around Sergei's cock with her hand, her mouth. Then she was eased back, Sergei standing, his hand around his own cock as he spilled onto his hand.

Sergei leaned back against the drafting table, enjoying the aftermath of his orgasm. Margo knelt behind him, arms wrapped around his torso. "Satisfying. But we've had better." Her hand ran along the blond hair leading to his softening cock. "You could have come in my mouth, you know. I wouldn't have minded."

"You didn't care for that with Steve."

Margo snorted. "That was three years ago. If I knew any better, I'd think you were jealous." She kissed Sergei's cheek. "Anyway, it's different. I trust you." Margo paused, quickly removed her hand. Come on; let's get dressed. I need to re-check those re-entry equations and you need to find the disinfectant."

Their regular Sunday afternoon drew to a close; both would be heading back to work. But Margo was already looking forward to next week.

Send me a number and I'll write you 300+ words of Margo/Sergei smut

[the-ace-with-spades]

Charlie's Master List

incomplete because I'm a mess

My AO3: charlie_mou

All my original posts are under the tag of #op

All my writing (fics/fic ideas/prompts/etc) are under the tag #charlie writes

Fandom-specific master lists under the cut

All my fic ideas/prompts for all fandoms are for grabs! Please if you like one and want to write a fic/do anything else based on it, do it!

every link in this list leads either to my tagged posts or to my ao3

Fandoms I'm currently interested in:

Top Gun & Top Gun: Maverick

9-1-1

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (original + reboot series)

Fandoms I have a slight interest in (mostly fandoms I used to be in):

Merlin (merthur, Merlin-centric stuff)

Strangers Things (harringrove, steddie, Steve&Robin, Steve-centric stuff)

One Piece (marcoace, lawlu, zosan, Sanji-centric stuff)

Harry Potter (drarry, wolfstar, grammander, Remus-centric stuff)

The Raven Cycle (pynch, bluesey, Adam Parrish-centric stuff)

MCU and Marvel Comics (under one tag - #MCU; stony, spideypool, Hawkey or Spidey-centric stuff)

DC Comics (comics and cartoons mostly, I don't like the TV shows; Wally- or Barry-centric)

Alex Rider (Alex-centric, yalex)

Detroit: Become Human (hannor)

Supernatural

Pacific Rim

Law&Order and Law&Order: SVU

(tumblr doesn't allow me to post so many links in one post so I've separated a couple of fandoms off)

📃✨ List of Works-In-Progress I'm still intending to write/actively writing

✈️ Top Gun & Top Gun: Maverick Master List

🚒 9-1-1 Fox ABC Master List

🔪Call of Duty Mini Master List (TBA)

Other AO3 fics (most are very old):

❌- unfinished

fire of the name - soulmates AU marcoace - One Piece

future of the name ❌ - soulmates AU lawlu + Strawhat Crew - One Piece

close your eyes and do the countdown - marcoace, narcopletic Ace One Piece

(fire) my one desire - marcoace, they sleep with each other before Ace joins the crew - One Piece

think once, feel twice - marcoace, soulmates AU, Ace has issues - One Piece

no such thing as a stupid question - marcoace proposal - One Piece

I could be your baby tonight - marcoace age difference 5+1 - One Piece

mark your memory ❌ - marcoace soulmates AU - One Piece

borrow or lend (for a second or for a life) ❌ - marcoace soulmates AU - One Piece

the best is yet to be - 5+1 pynch being basically married - The Raven Cycle

using your dark magic on me ❌ - pynch Harry Potter AU with werewolf Adam - The Raven Cycle

lord knows how hard we tried ❌ - pynch parents AU with kidnapped baby - The Raven Cycle

shout (let it all out) - Adam in skirts, pynch - The Raven Cycle

face the music ❌ - harringrove, deaf!Steve - Stranger Thing

yes, I'm back (in black) ❌ - harringrove, metalhead!Steve - Stranger Things

holding a torch (or a lantern) - halbarry, female Barry - I wrote this when I was sixteen, it's bad - DC Comics

Other blog tags:

#resources, #trans topics, #interiors, #fic recs, #cow posts

[sushywritez]

The Call | Eddie M. X Fem!Reader

Summary: A night at home takes a turn for the worse when you and Eddie have an odd encounter with an anonymous caller.

i got this idea after watching a few horror movies and thought maybe it would be fun to experiment with some ideas using Eddie, because this man is final girl material m'kay so, please enjoy. of course if there is anything you'd like to see horror or fluff wise let me know.

There was no foreseeable end to the torrential downpour. It had been raining for days and it made for a rather slow day. However, this was a constant reminder of how much you needed to pack up and leave. A small town with hardly anything to show for, mediocre jobs, zero support and horrible pasts. Life wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, but Indiana wasn't the home you wanted. Even if you’d lived in the shitty town of Hawkins most of your life, some good had came from it so you held off.

You had made some friends by scoring a job at Family Video, thanks to Robin. She was the first true friend you had, but you couldn't have her without Steve Harrington. He used to be the showboat type flexing and flaunting his parents money to any girl he saw. The man that could flirt with anything that moved yet he was somehow different. He grew on you too. Naturally you became a die-hard trio until you met there other friends. Dustin and the crew of children that hung around were a delight.

Things were starting to get back to normal and then one day changed everything. You had met Eddie. He was so proud to be himself unlike most men he was honest. Wearing his heart out on his sleeve. You still remember the day the you met. Having dropped by the video store after one of his shifts to return a couple of forgotten. The man was a massive flirt, but he was surprised that you returned the playful banter. It was like a game. One that had gone on for several months before he asked you out.

Another two before it was official and by another year Eddie had surprised you with an apartment. One you two shared and enjoyed, but were really interested in a house.

However, it wasn't exactly affordable. So for now you were content with the small space you both shared.

The sound of jingling had yanked you right from all the thinking, followed by the sound of a creak and shuffling footsteps. “Baby?” 

Oh, Eddie was home. You’d been so busy with all the housework and caught up in your thoughts that time was just irrelevant. 

“In the living room!" You call out to him.

Eddie works off his boots kicking them aside, “Hard day, baby?” He asks, shrugging off his jacket, no doubt soaked from the rain.

“Not really.” You reply reaching down into the basket once more. “Just been doing laundry and cleaning up around the house. Plus you’ve got clothes to sleep in now.” You joke and he chuckles.

"Perfect. I'm gonna shower." Eddie waltzes down the hall passing you on the way. However halfway he stops. "You wanna join?" The smirk that curls his lips upwards is undeniable and you know exactly what he'd been implying to.

However it'd hard to ignore him, so you give in, "Alright, just going to finish this last shirt." You instruct and although it may have been cruel to make such a pretty man wait. Like the child he was Eddie cheered.

You folded the shirt neatly and set it aside in a pile, before pushing yourself off the couch. Only to be stopped by the phone.

Eddie's voice calls from down the hall, "Babe you coming?"

You curse the caller in your head. "Yes, just a minute. It might be Robin." Of course Eddie groans. He's a desperate man right now.

You giggle and reach for the phone, not even to bother with checking who it was. Lifting up the phone to your ear you smile.

"Hello Robin." A smile that could be felt through the phone. Eddie had made a point to tell you that many times his favorite thing was to see you smile. "I was wondering when you were gonna call me I-"

"Hello,(Y/N). You're looking lovely this afternoon."

"Who's this?"

"You'll find out soon enough. For now enjoy your shower."

Taglist:

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[bugeyedfreaks]

To all the villains of the Powerpuff Girls: Who would be a better leader of the villains? Mojo Jojo or HIM?

Princess Morbucks: Uh, duh. Neither of them! I would!

Sedusa: [shoves Princess aside] Fat chance, kid. I would!

Fuzzy Lumpkins: [cocks his boomstick at Sedusa] I would!

The Amoeba Boys: [glare angrily at Fuzzy simultaneously] We would!

Ace: [looms over the boys with the rest of the gang] No, we would!

The Boogie Man: [taps his cane on the ground and looms over the gang with his groovy monster squad] I would, ya dig?

Steve: [looming over the rest of the villains with his friends from Monster Isle] Uh, I'm pretty sure we would, guys.

Him: [looming over everyone from the sky, cackling as thunder and lightning crackle around him] How charming to think that any of you could be the ultimate leader of all evil in Townsville. Who else can strike fear into the hearts of mankind like ~I~ can? Besides, all it takes is one look at that pitiful monkey Mojo to know that the only thing he would lead you all to is ruin. [jabs a claw down at Mojo, who's been casually leaning against a building this whole time, reading the newspaper]

Mojo Jojo: [looking up from his newspaper, scowling] Oh, please, you all do a fine enough job at ruining things as it is. As if I would ever want to lead a crew of complete idiots who have barely ever succeeded in the destruction of the Powerpuff Girls and the conquest of Townsville. [folds up the papers and brandishes it at all of them] As far as I see it, I am the only one out of everyone here who has ever actually succeeded at anything, despite the fact that my successes have been short-lived. It is a whole lot more than anything any of you have ever done! The rest of you are losers! Failures! Nobodies! All-around incompetents! Morons! Mistakes that walk around the surface of the planet daily! You all make me sick with your aptitude for ineptitude!

Sedusa: [balling up her fists angrily] Hey, I've got an idea. How about we all join together and lead Mojo just this once, hmm?

Ace: [punching the palm of his hand menacingly] Ooh hoo hoo, yeaaaah, let's lead that sucker all right...

Fuzzy Lumpkins: [aiming his boomstick at Mojo] Yeah, lead that there sunnova gun off th' edge of a cliff!

Mojo Jojo: [gulps and runs as the entirety of Townsville's villains angrily chase after him]

[dominickeating-source]

TV ZONE ISSUE 132 - PAGE 48

Dominic Keating & Kira Clavell - Devilish Duo Evil has never looked so good or been this bad

Night has fallen on the city of Vancouver, British Columbia. Its docklands, normally quiet at this time, are a-buzz with activity. The cast and crew of the new Action/Fantasy television series The Immortal are settling in for a long night shoot. The sound of a car engine gets closer and a sleek, deep purple Prowler stops in front of one of the trailers. The driver, actress Kira Clavell, and a crew member exit the vehicle. Dominic Keating sticks his head out of the open trailer and playfully shakes a finger at his co-star. "Ah, ha, where have you been? We've been waiting for you," he teases. Clavell smiles, "I'm so sorry. They asked me if I wanted to test-drive the car. I couldn't say no." He laughs and says, "She just loves playing with the props. "Keating lights a cigarette and joins Clavell on the sofa inside the trailer. Both actors are wearing suitably evil black garb in preparation for their scenes later that night. On The Immortal they play a pair of centuries-old demons named Mallos (Keating) and Vashista (Clavell). Their characters are being chased through Tim by The Immortal. Raphael Cain (series leading man Lorenzo Lamas), and his young sidekick Goodwin (Steve Braun). Long ago the two evil doers wronged Cain and he is out for revenge.

Wear Well

"Mallos and Vashista are very old but they look pretty food for their age," jokes Keating. "The two began their evil escapades in ancient Japan during the 1600s. They came from the Earth's core or the Devil's conveyor belt if you will. There's this amazing scene in the pilot where the two demons and their horses are spat forth from the ground and are covered in molten lava." His co-star interjects, "That particular scene was so cool. We got to ride these great big beautiful black horses. The costumes we wore were absolutely fantastic, too. It's such a treat to have a detailed wardrobe like that because it helps get you into the mood of the times." Keating chuckles, "Yes, the costume department did do a wonderful job. However, that day I was more concerned with the fact that it would be my first time riding a horse. I did OK and was quite pleased with my saddle ability. I didn't fall off, I hit my mark and I remembered my lines." "Anyway, getting back to doing evil. Mallos and Vashista first cross paths with Raphael Cain when they kill his wife and kidnap his child. I assume they still have her in some kind of demon nursery, although she'd be fairly old by now. It's through their acts of violence that Raphael becomes The Immortal. The show flits back and forth between modern and ancient times to allow the viewers to witness this transformation. So his quest is to find his daughter and, along the way, fight evil and slay demons." "Mallos and Vashista have been at this little cat and mouse game for 400 years," continues the actor. "When you next see the two demons it's in the present. They're dressed in modern day clothes, all black, of course, carrying their cell phones and cruising the streets in their Prowler. They look like a pair of so-called 'beautiful people' from Beverly Hills or Hollywood."

Passions

According to the actors, their characters share more than just a passion for evil. "Apparently, the writers modeled the relationship between Mallos and Vashista on a real-life celebrity pair." says Keating. "So they're lovers, I guess, but there's something about their attraction to each other that's just not right, so you know what I mean?" Clavell adds, "I think they have a very volatile and unpredictable relationship. Yes, they share a strong chemistry, but you're not sure if this will cause them to make love of try to kill each other. Let's just say that it certainly keeps work interesting for me and Dominic," she laughs. Both actors had a great deal of stage, film and tv experience prior to being cast on The Immortal. London-born Keating made his professional debut on stage in 1987 at Man in the Moon theater in Chealsea. This was followed by more stage appearances in London as well as Edinburgh and Dublin. He has guest-starred on British tv series Inspector Morse and The Bill and was a series regular on Teenage Health Freak and Desmond's. Since coming across the pond, Keating has worked on a number of movies including most recently The Hollywood Sign starring Tom Berenger, Burt Reynolds,, and Rod Steiger. On tv he has had roles on GysE, Poltergeist: The Legacy and Buffy The Vampire Slayer. The actor was slated to play the part of Goodwin on The Immortal but things changed before his audition. "They decided to age it [the series] down to appeal to a younger, broader-based audience. So Steve was brought in for Goodwin and it became clear that I could play one of the two lead demons. Malice, who then became Mallie and now Mallos. I read once for Michael Grais [executive producer] and, luckily, I nailed it. I was asked back to meet Lorenzo and the rest of the production team, we talked about golf and they offered me the job."

Tough-Gal

The actor's beautiful co-star Clavell planned to major in political science and psychology at university before the acting bug bit her. "I knew if I didn't try it [acting] I would regret it, so I did," she says happily. Lately, the actress has been cast in "tough-gal" parts, which has been ideal training for her role of Vashista on The Immortal. "I played a terrorist on an episode of La Femme Nikita and got to fire an M25 and another really neat gun. I don't know, perhaps I was an assassin in a previous life." laughs Clavell. Keating nudges her playfully in the arm and smiles, "To look at her you'd think butter would melt in that mouth." Clavell elbows him back, "When it came to my first audition for Vashista, I did it on tape. The moment I read the character breakdown I knew I'd have fun playing her. I did two five-minute takes and sent the tape to the show's producers. Naturally, I was thrilled when I received a call-back. I was flown out to Vancouver to do a live audition for a roomful of people including Michael Grais and David Straiton, who directed The Immortal pilot." "I wore this Vashista-like cat suit and after my audition I went into the ladies' room to change," recalls the actress. "When I cane out everyone was gone. I thought, 'Oh, I guess they didn't like me'. I went to see my agent and, much to my surprise, was told that the producers had called and the role was mine! So here I am!"

Anti-Demon Ally

In the two-hour pilot episode 'Demons of the Night', Cain and Goodwin gain an ally, Dr. Sara Beckman (April Telek), when they save her from two demons. Cain is hurt and they go to Sara's apartment where he can rest and heal himself. The Immortal does not know that his arch-enemies, Mallos and Vashista, are close by and are planning to deal him and his friends a deadly blow - Keating and Clavell start laughing when they recall their first day working together. "Ah, yes, this is when we shot my two favorite scenes in the pilot," grins Keating. "I'd been late for the read-through on the previous Friday. Not the best way to begin but I eventually got there. Kira and I then met over the weekend for dinner and at least got to know each other a bit. On Monday morning we arrived downtown at the location shoot on Vancouver Street. It was 7:15 and freezing cold. In the first scene, our two characters blow up Sara's apartment. Mallos aims his demon finger at the apartment window and Vashista starts getting all hot and bothered. Before you know it, the have their arms and legs wrapped around each other," laughs the actor. "Boy, these two really get off doing evil stuff!" "The next scene we filmed was in a restaurant. Mallos and Vashista are feeding each other raw fish while discussing someone else's demise. Suddenly, she gets all excited and climbs up on the table. Before you know it, the sushi is on the floor along with the champagne and everything else on the table." Clavell looks at Keating and says, "She seems to be a very excitable character, don't you think?" The actor nods in agreement and continues, "The funny thing was the director said to us, 'That's great That was amazing! That was electric! It was terrific! Do you think you could tone it down a bit, though? We don't know yet what time of the day or night this show is going to air.' So we made things more G-rated." Originally, Mallos and Vashista were to appear in only the first couple of episodes. However, the writers decided to bring the evil twosome back periodically throughout the first season. This was good news for Clavell and Keating, who are looking forward to doing as much as possible with their characters. "When I first started acting I'd always be cast as the best friend or the girl next door. With Vashista and, as I said earlier, some of my other recent roles, I've gone from being really good to being really bad and I love it!" Keating is equally as pleased to be working on the series. "As an actor, sometimes it gets boring waiting around while the next shot is being set up. It's at times like that when I say to myself, 'Hey, I'm getting to create a dream world that doesn't exist and that entertains people. How lucky am I?' Trust me, that puts things right in perspective."

[patchworkgargoyle]

wip wednesday ♠

Tagged by @cuoredimuschio, thanks friend!!

This will be... almost entirely OC wips (with two that feature at least one of the Corroded Coffin boys from Stranger Things), sorry folks. But also not sorry. The OC brainrot is strong.

rules: send me the name of one of the wips below, and i'll write and post three new sentences for you! (I encourage anyone to send multiple if they want!)

the wips:

samdom: mic check (pom!verse)

freakdom: the boy whose bass is big and bold (pom!verse)

samdom: dinner n a show (pom!verse)

Songwriting (pom!verse)

rory x river: river rock (fey!au)

non-obligatory tags: @steves-strapcollection @tboybuck (solely just in case you want to see some snippets) and @nullshocked (idk if you do tag games though so feel free to ignore!!) If anyone else wants to join, please do!! You can say I tagged you!

the snippet: mic check

(Note: Tig and Sam belong to Ger!!)

A large hand grabbed him by the shoulder. Tig tucked Dom into his side so he could bend to shout into Dom's ear. “Come on, you flirt,” he teased over the noise.

“Jealous?” Dom shot back, smirking up at Tig and letting him pull them away. Tig laughed fondly. He wasn't jealous. Dom really fucking wished he was.

The roar of the crowd faded, replaced by the buzz of the crew getting ready to pack up their gear. He and Tig handed off their instruments to the roadies waiting for them, and after that Dom was more than content to let Tig guide him back to the green room to decompress, though his energy was still at its peak. He wanted to bounce around, be a nuisance, burn it off in a flash fire.

Dom spotted a familiar figure about to pass them. Sam had that smear of black under his chin still, now smudged a bit down his throat. Dom wanted to bite it and learn what Sam sounded like when he felt the points of his teeth in his skin.

Tilting his own chin up, Dom gestured at it and purred, “Got a little something, darling.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, a small upward tick to his lips. “I know,” was all he said.

They held each other's gaze as they passed. Dom swore there was a palpable tension pulling him in.

“I could help you get it off.”

Sam's gaze was heavy, unhurried, as he looked Dom up and down, and it was driving Dom insane. He slowed down, forcing Tig to match his pace, but Sam didn't stop.

“I bet you could,” he said, a little extra something in his voice.

But then he turned onto the stage and out of sight. Dom wanted to scream, but just gave a heavy, frustrated huff.

“Struck out once again,” Tig said, laughing, and Dom elbowed him in the ribs for it, making him grunt.

[metalbuckaroo]

Dark Waters Pt.2

Summary// Bucky promised it was only for 24hrs, but lying is what he does best

AU// soft!dark!pirate!bucky x f!reader

Warnings// smut, some angst, rough sex, overstimulation, Bucky is kinda an ass with the tiniest of soft spots

Note// the fact this fic and the last one I posted are from MARCH OF 2023 is baffling

Series Masterlist

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

“Please-” you keened, palm pressing against the taut muscles of his abdomen as pleasure overwhelmed every sense. The line between pleasure and pain starting to blur with every rough snap of his hips.

“You can take it-” Bucky grunted, grip on the backs of your thighs bruising as he fucked into the rough patch deepest in your walls. Somehow always aware of when to stop and when you could take more- watching and listening to every move and sound.

You fisted the blanket under you, tears pricking your waterline before sliding down the sides of your face as another wave a white hot pleasure surged through you- a loud mewl silenced by cold metal clamping over your mouth.

Everything felt sensitive and overworked, your body going lax against the mattress as exhausted moans vibrated against his hand.

“Barnes,” Steve called from the other side of the wooden door, pounding against it in aggravation. “We’re docking.”

“Shut up!” Bucky boomed, bending his body over yours to latch his lips around an already marked up spot on the side of your throat. The snap of his hips losing rhythm, slowing into a rough grind as his deep groan sounded against your neck. The skin that was pinched between his teeth throbbing before you cried out and pushed his face away. The rough bite replaced with a gentle kiss as he rode his high.

It shouldn’t have given you butterflies the way that it did. After two weeks of these occurrences, one show of gentle affection shouldn’t have made you feel warmth in your chest.

“Clean yourself up before you come to main deck.” Bucky grumbled, moving from between your trembling thighs to redress.

Trying to gather yourself for a moment, you shifted to your side. Bucky swatting at your knee with an aggravated huff.

“C’mon, you’ve taken more than that before. ‘M not gonna wait on you.”

You swallowed thickly and pushed yourself out of the bed. Stumbling a bit as you grabbed for the handmade dress, you tried to stay as steady as possible. Feeling his cold eyes watching your every move.

“Pathetic.” He scoffed, pushing out of the wooden door before your shaky hands could finish tying the thin strings on the front of your clothing.

Everything just felt so foggy- though, this occurrence was tame compared to the usual feral ones that left a deep ache in your belly for hours afterwards. The sensitive spot the tip of his bulbous head pounded into with each thrust had left you fuzzy minded.

Only thinking of the drag of every veiny inch inside you, filling and claiming you all at once, dragging against sweet spots that were unimaginable before- it had your thighs pressing together again. Yearning for more of the mind shattering orgasms Bucky could bring on. To even just see more of the solid built man’s flesh and feel it against yours.

You couldn’t help but to think that maybe, even if it were years from now, you’d earn your spot on the crew. That he’d see you were loyal enough to finally let join- to have him for yourself.

“I said, let’s go!” His gravelly voice booming from down the hall snapped you back to reality, before you scrambled to leave the room and catch up to Bucky and his crew.

“Bucky-“ you started, being cut off by a disapproving glare when you looked from the sandy shore to the glowering man. “Just for a little while. Please.”

The desperation in your eyes left a twisting feeling in his stomach. “You try to take off, it’s your funeral.” He murmured, following his men and leaving you to walk by yourself to land.

You didn’t pay attention to which direction they had went, only focused on sitting in the sun warmed sand. Burying your toes in it and breathing the salty air in, the waves crashing against the shore. Moving in a therapeutic rhythm as you stared out at the horizon in the distance, the line between the sky and sea blurred.

It was calming, at least for the little bit of time that it lasted before a man stumbled towards you.

“Miss- please…” He pleaded, hands reaching out towards you as he took a cautious step forward and Bucky came into view.

“Back on the ship.” Bucky’s tone was level, oddly calm given the circumstances as you stood.

“Buc-“

“I said on the ship.” He seethed, not taking his eyes off of the man in between the two of you.

Listening to what he’d said, you went back onto the ship. Going straight for Bucky’s quarters to wait for him to be finished with whatever he had planned.

And, though it felt like eternity had passed, your heart sank the moment he knocked the door open. Blood streaking his hands and cheeks as he tossed a straight razor onto your lap.

“Fix it.” His words were blunt as he gestured to his facial hair and took one of the neatly folded rags from a table that sat in the corner and the bowl of water. Sitting on a crate before placing the items in floor between your feet.

“A please would suffice.” You murmured, leaning down to wet the rag. Getting an aggravated grunt in response.

Carefully, you wiped the drying blood from his skin, none of it appearing to be his.

“What happened to twenty-four hours?” You asked quietly, the razor gliding over his cheek as you focused on where to stop.

“Not gonna give up someone who lets me have whatever I please.” He grumbled, head tilting back so you could get the stray hairs that littered that area.

“I wanted to join.” His eyes closed to avoid seeing the deep frown that settled on your features.

“You’re a fuck toy. That’s as far as you’ll get.”

“You lied…” Tears brimmed your eyes, a lump starting to form in your throat.

“It’s what I do- keep talking and you’ll sleep on the main deck.”

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Firefight Peter Parker, Spideychelle AU 🥰 🚒

This image just popped into my head one day and I had to draw it. Then I started really thinking about it and I just have so many thoughts and feelings about this AU. I know I'll never write it. But I did jot down some headcanon points to add to this post.

Peter practically grew up in the firehouse where his Uncle Ben worked. He visited the station with his Aunt May all the time. Sometimes, when his uncle had a shift during the holidays, they would spend part of it there with him and the rest of his company. It made it feel like they were all one big family. It didn’t take long for Peter to decide he wanted to grow up to be a firefighter too. As he grew older, that desire never changed. Even after his uncle died amidst the flames of a particularly destructive fire.

As soon as Peter graduated high school, he entered the Fire Academy and graduated top of his class. He was put right to work as a probationary firefighter at a station right in the middle of Queens.

Peter is the youngest firefighter on staff. The crew gives him a hard time about it. They call him the rookie and the baby of the group while trying to pinch his cheeks. He accepts their teasing because he knows they mean well. It helps that they also know how serious he is about the job. He’s always the first one there for training and practice. He’s never late for his shifts, and he stays on top of his necessary certifications. Every so often, the crew ribs him about that too.

Ideally, this AU would also have Steve Rogers as the captain and Bruce as a firefighter/paramedic. 

When Peter’s not at the station, he lives with his girlfriend, MJ. They are very much in love, and It’s not unusual for her to come to visit during his two-day shifts. For no other reason than she misses him.

Peter lights up the moment she arrives. His serious exterior drops to something much softer as he pulls her into a tight embrace. Even after they separate, their hands continue to touch. Sometimes they sit outside and chat while she’s there. Other times, they playfully bicker until Peter scoops her up and hurls her over his shoulder. He’ll hold her there in a standard fireman’s carry, telling her he won’t set her down until she agrees with him. They both laugh and laugh until MJ falls limp and admits defeat. Once she’s back on the ground, they go back to holding hands.

There are comments in the background, the crew shouting at them to ‘get a room.’ Tony, the well-practiced driver, and engineer, that Peter's come to see as something of a mentor, is generally the one who initiates it. Peter will send him a menacing look in retaliation. But it never puts a stop to the gleeful teasing. He’s okay with it, though. Tony reminds him a lot of his Uncle Ben.

If the alarm goes off while MJ's there, Peter will reluctantly let go of her. He’ll rush to join his department brothers and sisters as they collectively prepared to perform their jobs. Often, MJ will call after him saying, ‘stay safe’ and ‘be careful’ as he goes. He’ll pause momentarily to look over his shoulder and tell her he’s always careful and will always do his best to come home to her. She nods her head and steps back to watch the hustling. Peter knows she understands how important his job is, and he’s thankful she’s so supportive. He loves and respects her but he really couldn’t imagine himself doing anything else with his life.

Because in every reality, Peter Parker just wants to help people.

For some extra spice, Peter could respond to a fire at Oscorp, where he gets bitten by a radioactive spider. 

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The Attack on New York - Chapter 14, Finding Jade

Summary: Bucky and the horse detachments prove that his strategy is the best way to fight back against the Others. The decision is made to begin taking back the large urban areas starting with New York.

Length: 4.4K

Characters: Bucky, Steve, Sam, assorted military.

Warnings: Bucky being stubborn mostly, Bucky giving a young private a hard time.

Author notes: only a couple more chapters.

<<Chapter 13

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In the two weeks before they tackled New York, Bucky, Steve, Sam, several military tacticians, and officials from the city met up with the two detachments of cavalry that Bucky had assembled. They were a rag tag crew of mounted policemen, civil war re-enactors, equestrians, leisure riders, and a few cowboys. They were transported by cargo helicopters to a larger city that Bucky had chosen and had acquired access to street maps to plan out their attack. When they landed they divided themselves up into their two detachments. Bucky put himself on the rooftop with Steve on another, both armed with rifles and ammunition while Sam monitored from above. The first detachment loaded up jury rigged flash bang carriers that would release one into their hand as required. Bucky gave the command and the crew started at the edge of the city, each one following a loop course that brought them back to their starting point. Each flash bang was set to go off at a specific time and they did, as a muffled bang sound was heard. Grabbing his ammunition and slinging his rifle Bucky jumped to the next building. Steve followed suit and the next detachment ran their routes. They alternated back and forth between the two detachments for two hours until they came to a natural barrier, a river that bisected the city. When they had completed that section Bucky signalled Steve to go down to the ground and meet there. Pulling up a manhole cover the two men went down into the storm sewers with flash lights and found they had disabled the aliens everywhere they could see as they walked to the outskirts of the city. Sam had also sent a video drone into the sewers further away and confirmed they had neutralized the Others present in that section of the city. After feeding and watering the horses they rode them across a bridge to the other side. Bucky joined the cavalry this time when another rider asked if he could be the sniper.

"I've been improving my horseback riding skills," said Bucky to Steve. "If I go back to New Mexico I might as well, right?"

Steve smiled at him and ran up to a sniper position in a building along with the other man. Bucky gave the command and like the others in that detachment tossed the explosive devices down into the street drain. Within seconds of them returning to their starting position the flash bang detonated and the next detachment took their position. For a couple of hours they alternated back and forth until a lady with a clipboard informed Bucky they had reached the maximum mileage per horse. They hadn't cleared the whole city but they had cleared about three quarters of it in total.

They stayed in motels at the edge of the city, posting guards for the horses as they let them loose in a park to feed on the grass and drink from a natural pond. The next morning they returned to where they stopped and had to backtrack a bit as several nests had expanded into some of the areas they had cleared. Within a couple of hours they had cleared the remaining parts of the city. After a quick meeting with everyone, one of the riders asked if they could please go to New York and get rid of the fucking aliens. Everyone laughed but the military tacticians looked at each other and said in their minds the attack was a go. For maximum impact they did want as many mounted detachments as possible. They would be clearing the former Naval Air Station New York, now known as Floyd Bennett Field and JFK Airport simultaneously of Others and setting up their command post at the latter. The detachments would be split between the two airfields and work a pattern from both locations eventually meeting somewhere in the middle of Long Island, while regular military detachments would handle clearing the northern part of the island in the traditional way. Once the island was cleared they would use it as their staging area to start clearing the eastern seaboard.

Steve and Bucky would be running and dropping flash bangs in areas that were inaccessible to horses with Peter flipping up the manhole covers if there were no rainwater drains. The military and police would drop snipers and police sharp shooters off via helicopter to various rooftops to cover everyone's six. The date of the attack on New York was set and everyone was told to prepare for it.

It doesn't take a hero to order men into battle.

It takes a hero to be one of those men who goes into battle.

    Norman Schwarzkopf

Bucky looked at the telephone in Steve's office and picked up the receiver then put it down again. If he phoned Jade and she didn't want to talk to him what would he do? Damn, he couldn't do it and he walked away, not wanting to be denied hearing her voice if she was still angry with him. Steve and Sam watched him leave the office.

"He didn't call," said Steve. "He was only in there a minute. Damn, he's a stubborn man."

"He's still hurting," countered Sam. "Over how he left I'm guessing. She can't refuse him if he doesn't call. Right now, not calling is easier for him."

"I wish he would call her before we head to New York today," said Steve. "She makes him feel stronger and I need him at his best."

"He will give you his all, Steve, you know that," replied Sam. "I think his developing those tactics with the horse detachments has proven that. That cyborg brain of his just won't stop."

Steve smiled at Sam, hearing that term again. It was true. Of all the things that had stayed with Bucky from his Winter Soldier years the ability to assess risks and develop tactics for specific situations had proven to be invaluable. When this was all over and they reformed the Avengers officially again he wanted Bucky in a leadership position. Whether that was as his master tactician in New York or as the leader of their western detachment based in the New Mexico bunker would be up to Bucky. He could probably do both if what Sam joked about Bucky's brain was an accurate description of him. Steve went into his office and dialled the number of Jade's ranch. Ma answered and Steve drew a breath of relief. He wanted to talk to her more than anyone.

"I can hear your mind working from across the country, Steve," said Ma, chuckling. "They're both stubborn. She wouldn't have talked to him but would have been thrilled to know he phoned. What's up with him? I've deliberately stayed out of his head."

"On the Jade front he's afraid she'll reject him," replied Steve. "But he has been preoccupied with developing tactics to use in the cities against the Others. In fact, we're headed to New York today for the big battle. He and I will be in the thick of it. Ma, I want them back together but I know she won't come to the city. So, I'm going to make the Bunker the western office of the Avengers, and Bucky to be the man in charge there. But I'm not telling him that and I don't want you to tell Jade that. It has to be his decision to go so I'm going to make it look like I'm pressuring him to stay in New York after we clear it. I'm going to allow the media access to us because I know he hates it. You wouldn't believe the number of women on social media who are crazy for him, and it drives him crazy in return. Makes him as uncomfortable as hell. I'm hoping that by putting the pressure on him here he'll make the decision to come back on his own. Ma, don't influence Jade on this. It has to be them making the decision themselves. Do you still have the ring?"

"I have it," said Ma. "When he gets here I'll give it to him. I agree with you. They have to work this out themselves. Without her gift she's got to learn to trust him at his word if she wants a life with him."

"How's Bruce?" asked Steve.

"I don't know what you mean," said Ma tersely.

Steve smiled. "I do video calls with him," he replied. "I see your sweater that I know you took with you to the ranch hanging up in the corner of the lab. He's happier so I'm guessing you're the reason."

There was silence for a moment. "We're both good," she sighed. "It wasn't something I was looking for. It just kind of happened and we enjoy each other's company."

"Good," smiled Steve, "I'm happy for both of you. Hang in there. We'll get these two back together somehow."

They said their goodbyes and Steve asked Friday if the staging areas in New York had been cleared yet. The answer was affirmative and Steve went out to make sure everything they needed was being loaded. Outside in a makeshift corral were forty five horses. Their riders were nearby questioning Bucky on what they could expect after they were transported to the staging areas on Long Island. He saw Steve and waved him over, repeating the questions.

"I have just confirmed they have cleared the staging areas and they are currently setting up corrals, water troughs and feed stations for your horses," said Steve. "There will be military units to provide security and we will also be running a sound file that the Others nearby may find distressing so that they don't approach where your horses are. I believe another mounted police detachment, the RCMP in fact, are on their way from Canada. They're going to learn from you and take that knowledge back with them after New York is cleared to start on their own larger cities. Tonight, look after your horses, relax, have a few beers, even a campfire if you want. We start taking our cities back at dawn tomorrow. Thank you, everyone, for your service."

That seemed to satisfy everyone and they went back to preparing to load themselves and their horses on the cargo planes. Bucky looked at him and smiled.

"You always seem to know how to settle people down," he said. "I wish I had your gift."

"I wish I had yours," said Steve. "This is all your doing. Who would have thought an old fashioned cavalry using improvised tactics would prove to be the most successful against a technologically advanced enemy. I looked it up. The last time a US cavalry unit was used in battle was in 1942 in the Philippines. Thank you Buck, for proving you're more than a pretty face."

Bucky smirked. "Punk," he replied. "I'm going with them. They have a horse for me. Will you transport my motorcycle? When we clear Brooklyn I want to take a ride in the old neighbourhoods, even if they've changed considerably since we lived there."

"You got it, Sarge," said Steve. "It's what you are to them, their leader. I might have settled them down but they follow you. Before this they might have been accountants and teachers and such but you turned them into soldiers. That's on you."

Bucky coloured, nodded his head and returned to the preparations as horses were now being loaded on the cargo aircraft. Less than an hour later they were airborne and although the horses were a little unsettled at the take off, they calmed down as their owners moved among them, stroking them and speaking softly to them. He sat on one of the fabric seats that lined the perimeter of the aircraft, closed his eyes and tried to meditate for the short trip to Long Island. All he could think about was Jade; her green eyes looking up at him, her soft pale hair blowing in the breeze as they walked in the wash near the Bunker, feeling her hands on his back as they made love. Blowing out his breath he opened his eyes and looked around at the assorted people who had come forward to become the first US cavalry unit to enter into battle since 1942. He got up and went to the cockpit and saw New York coming closer. The copilot looked back at him.

"We've made contact with JFK and they're putting us down there," he said. "Longer runways than the other airfield. I believe they will transport you over to that one via helicopter. You guys are crazy but I hear this approach has worked the best. I'd like to meet the guy who thought this up and shake his hand."

Bucky stuck his hand out and the copilot shook it. "That would be me," he said, with a grin. "I'm surprised as well. It was just an idea and it worked. It worked very well. Thanks for flying us in. Any idea of how rough the landing will be, considering our cargo?"

"We'll do our best," said the pilot, who also stuck his hand out for Bucky to shake. "Good luck down there. Prepare for the landing in five minutes."

Bucky nodded and went out advising his people they were landing in five minutes. He strapped himself back into a seat and waited for the bounce but the pilots did a great job and it was one of the smoothest landings that he had ever experienced. As soon as they taxied onto an area of the tarmac away from the terminal the horses were led off and led right on to cargo helicopters, most of them military Chinooks. They took ten horses at a time. Bucky went on the first transport and was happy with the setup, as were the first group of horse owners. He helped each subsequent group get their horses settled in the corrals. Only then did he search out his tent, interrupting a private who was making his bunk.

"Sorry sir," said the young private. "I'm Jones. I was hoping to be finished before you got here. I can get you something to eat right away."

"Don't call me sir," growled Bucky. "My rank in WWII was Sergeant. I would prefer you just call me Bucky."

"No can do, si...Sarge," said Jones. "We're under orders. What would you like to eat? We have burgers, spaghetti and chicken on the menu today."

"Any of it horse meat?" asked Bucky, glaring at the private.

"No sir, sorry Sarge," stammered Jones. "Horse meat is off the menu, permanently."

"Burger is fine, fries if you have them, beer or a cola," said Bucky, being intimidating and totally enjoying it.

Jones ran out and almost ran over Steve without noticing him, who stood and watched him go. "You never used to be that intimidating during the war," he said with a grin.

"That's because our guys knew what they were doing," he replied, sitting on his bunk and motioning Steve to take a chair. "This kid is a little wet behind the ears. I'll be nicer...I promise."

They sat and talked about the plan for the following day until Jones came back with his food. Steve stood up and smiled at the young private whose eyes got large at the fact that two of the most famous soldiers in history were standing before him.

"Holy...Steve Rogers," Jones stammered. "I didn't know you were on base, sir. I would have picked up some dinner for you if I had known."

"That's okay Private, I already ate," said Steve. "You just do your best for the Sarge and you'll be okay."

Bucky rolled his eyes but said thank you to the private and dismissed him. After he finished eating he put the food tray outside his door and pulled his tent flaps closed. He stripped down to his boxers and got under the blanket on the bunk. All that time that it took for him to get used to a bed and now he had to get used to a bunk again. Eventually he got to sleep and dreamed of horseback riding with Jade in the New Mexico desert.

The next morning he woke up at 05:00 and found Jones had left him some military fatigues to wear for the day. He put them on and, although they felt comfortable, thought they might be inappropriate for him to wear. He heard Steve's voice and looked outside, seeing him in fatigues as well so he let it go. Stepping out he saw Jones approaching with a mug of something hot. The young private offered it to him and held out a couple of sugar packets and a couple of coffee creamers in his other hand. Bucky took just the coffee.

"Thanks Private," he said gruffly. "Mess hall?"

"This way, Sarge," said the young man, leading Bucky through the already busy camp.

When they got to the tent he saw most of his riders there, also in fatigues. They didn't look so ragtag wearing the same clothing and he realized that was by design, to give them a sense of belonging and camaraderie. Jones asked what he wanted and went to get his food while he checked in with his riders.

"This is the best food I've eaten in months," said one of them, a grocery store produce manager in his previous life. "It's bacon, real bacon, and eggs. I could get used to this."

Jones brought the food tray for Bucky and set it down at an empty place. "Have you eaten yet, Private?" asked Bucky.

"No Sarge," was the reply.

"Take a seat," he said and offered his tray to Jones. "Eat, Private, that's an order."

Before he could protest Bucky went up and got his own food and sat next to Jones. "I don't mind you bringing me a coffee but I'm a grown man and I can stand in line for my own food, Private," said Bucky. "You're not my servant. I want you to eat at the same time I do so that if I need you to do anything during the next few days you can attend to it without missing out on your own meal. Understand?"

"Understood, Sarge," said Jones.

They ate quickly and Bucky walked to the command tent where Steve was already in talks with several military types and a man in a police uniform. Looking closely he could see a Canadian flag patch on his chest pocket and a crown above four chevrons pointing downwards on the man's uniform sleeve.

"Buck," said Steve, "Sergeant Major Tom Myers of the RCMP. Officially with their Musical Ride which has been converted to a cavalry for this attack. Buck is our guy who came up with the idea of using horses."

"Sergeant," said Myers, offering his hand. "Good thinking. Our horses are highly trained for ceremonial purposes but with the occupation there were those who wanted us disbanded. You've given us a new purpose which we will explore to the fullest. We've been practicing and have had our share of successes in some small towns. We figured we would get in on the action here in New York and return home with the experience under our belts. Then we will start training others in the process and hopefully reclaim our country."

Bucky shook his hand. "Thanks for your help today," he said. "It's not that hard, really. I wasn't even much of a horseman when I conceived the idea. I'll start out on sniper duty before I take a turn on a horse. Sergeant Major, do you have anyone acting as sniper?"

"We brought two of our tactical team members," he replied. "You just go ahead and deploy them how you see fit. We'll defer to your authority on this."

After another ten minutes conferring with everyone the order was given to prepare to attack. The horses were saddled, loaded in horse trailers and the riders piled into army trucks. They travelled on the Belt Parkway towards Brighton Beach and Sheepshead Bay. Before they got there the trucks all stopped just outside the first neighbourhood. Bucky and Steve took several snipers each and they deployed on top of buildings and houses. As they waited for the order the General in command asked Bucky to do the honours from his position. Bucky pressed his comms and gave the order to attack and the horse units started doing their thing. Within an hour they had all of Brighton Beach and the area around Coney Island cleared as well as the entire neighbourhood of Sheepshead Bay. By the end of the day they had reached almost to Atlantic Avenue to the north and Aqueduct Racetrack to the east. The other two detachments had started from JFK and gone north towards Queens, then had regrouped going south towards Rockaway Beach. It wasn't as much as they were hoping but the tacticians were happy with the progress since it was mostly residential with a lot of streets to cover. Video cameras were set in the cleared neighbourhoods both above ground and below with infra red capability to see if any nests tried to retake the the ground they had won.

The next day everyone was at the mess tent by 05:00 and ready to go before they were transported. Jones was already eating so Bucky stood in line with the others for his breakfast. They were joined by two more horse detachments, one from New Jersey and the other from the Boston area. Like the Canadians they had been training elsewhere and had success in small towns and were now ready to tackle larger population centres. They were deployed south of the Southern State Parkway going northeast while the original two detachments were deployed north of the Parkway going in the same direction. The two detachments that Bucky was with and the Canadians were deployed to take the rest of Brooklyn and as much of Queens as they could manage. Playback of the video cameras showed minimal pushback from the Others and what ground they had retaken was quickly returned to them. By the end of the day they had accomplished most of their objectives. Midway through day three the combined forces had retaken all of Long Island, setting the stage for a major offensive on the eastern seaboard.

They used the remaining half day to rest the horses and the riders while Bucky, Steve, the tacticians, and generals met to discuss the plan to retake Manhattan, the Bronx and further up to the Connecticut border. The question was brought up as to why the Others were not giving much opposition. One of the tacticians stood up and gave them the ongoing theory.

"The sound file of the woman's brain waves," he said. "It distracts the Queen and the drones are tasked with supporting her instead of defending themselves. Even the ones who do take shots at you are severely weakened. It's a last gasp effort. We also think the different hives don't cooperate with each other. The Queens are pretty selfish and seem to keep their drones for themselves."

After the meeting Bucky and Steve took their motorcycles out and rode to Brooklyn. Together, they rode the empty streets stopping at familiar landmarks that were still around. It was almost dark when they left the north end of Brooklyn. They both felt completely free as they rode on the Belt Parkway around the perimeter of the southern end of Long Island. The decision to use the island as a staging area meant that thousands of soldiers would be airlifted there in the next week to start the clean up process of clearing the sewers and water lines of the carcasses of the now dead Others. It was going to be a dirty job but really it was the best task that the soldiers could perform given the unsuccessful battles they had with the Others when they first invaded Earth. For now the cavalry units were their best option to fight the alien symbiotic species. Until that changed the military would be in charge of clean up and rebuilding.

Two days later the cavalry split themselves between the four bridges that linked Long Island to Manhattan. The two tunnels between the two locations were considered too dangerous for the horse units and the flash bang devices were loaded onto drones and robots that would drop their loads at a pre-arranged signal. On the first day they cleared up to Central Park. On the second day Bucky and Steve ran through Central Park itself so fast that the video drones could only record them as a blur. They cleared it out in less than 30 minutes and the cavalry units cleared the rest of the island of Manhattan by the end of the day.

It took the army a week to clear out the dead remains of the Others. The Army Corps of Engineers had the water, power and sewer running on a limited basis in another week. While they did so the cavalry expanded their attacks to the New Jersey shore clearing it as far north as the New Jersey Turnpike and all the way south to the Bayonne Bridge. The City of New York was officially returned to the control of the citizens at the end of the third week. In that time the Army made the decision to reinstate all their cavalry regiments that had been active in the Civil War as a gesture to restore the fighting spirit of their military. All of the civilian detachments that Bucky had started and inspired came under military control. Across the country the military appropriated horses for their soldiers to learn to ride. Many of the original participants were offered commissions to lead detachments. They all trained soldiers to ride and instruct them in the tactics that they and Bucky had developed over weeks of practice, trial and error. Bucky himself was offered a significant commission in the Army but he had seen enough action in his life time and turned it down although he agreed to be available as a military consultant if needed. For the Avengers it was time to hand off control of the fight back to those who had the resources and manpower, and go back to being just the Avengers.

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ANYTHING BUT ORDINARY | Chapter Three

Ell joins the Jackass crew at a party at Steve-O's, but there's a connection with someone that just keeps missing.

Hope you're enjoying this so far, I'd really love some feedback! I've got the next two chapters almost ready so I'll be posting in a couple of days. Please share / like / reblog. CW for mention of alcohol and drugs.

Ell was really beginning to enjoy herself. She knew that Steve-O wouldn’t let anyone untrustworthy around her, and all the guys treated her like she was already part of the family. Most of all, this was the most she had laughed for ages, and she couldn’t deny that she needed it. She’d also had a really fun conversation with Stephanie, and being the only two women in the group they quickly became friends. Despite giving Bam a mixture of tequila, beer, Bailey’s, white wine and a raw egg to drink for losing the race, he still shared his coke with Ell as they all sat around talking until the early hours.

Every so often Ell’s eyes would meet those of Ryan’s or Bam’s across the room - or in Chris’ case, right next to her - sharing sweet smiles. Occasionally her leg would brush against Chris’, but she almost immediately pulled it away, and she was hyper-aware that the hand he was leaning on as he sat on the floor was directly behind her butt. She felt drawn to them all, unsure why exactly, but after fucking too many bad guys since her breakup, she was wary of getting any closer to anybody. However, whenever she looked at Johnny, the hesitant feeling dissipated, and despite trying, she just couldn’t catch his eye. She could really see why he was the show’s main man, at the heart of every conversation always making people laugh, and was clearly well respected by the others, even when they took the piss out of him. Ell felt so confused. To her, since the breakup, a hot guy was a hot guy, a fuck was a fuck, but there was something about Johnny that intimidated her.

Unfortunately for Ell, every time Johnny did brave a look over to her, she was either watching someone else or laughing so hard her eyes scrunched shut. As it reached the early hours, Dave, Wee Man, Bam and Ehren decided to do some drunk skating outside, and Jeff and Dimitry followed them out with cameras, with the other half of the room emptying out onto the balcony to watch from above, heckling and egging them on. It wasn’t long before - somewhat predictably - Dave crashed into Ehren, and some of the guys raced downstairs to make sure they were ok - or at least laugh at their injuries. That left Johnny and Ell alone together, surprised that everyone had disappeared from around them in a blink of an eye, and both of them wanted the ground to swallow themselves whole.

Clearing his throat to cut through the awkwardness, he said “I still didn’t get ya that beer”, making Ell smirk back at him.

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Part 8: Love pleads

By the time they had to go to the venue for the show they had that night, everyone knew what had happened, or they at least knew Gemma wasn't talking to phil.

Phil was trying everything. He tried talking to her in the hallway outside the dressing room. He had Steve deliver three notes to which the women tore up and threw away before Steve refused to bring anymore. He even managed to get her a large bouquet of white calla lillies and a box of chocolates. Those she let sit on the vanity as she got ready for the show. She was trying hard to act like nothing was the matter.

Her performance wasn't up to par, but that was expected. If anyone outside of the bands asked, she would chalk it up to playing in the round for the first time and jet lag. When she got off stage, she was greeted by the normal crowd of crew members and others. She was handed a towel and a note in exchange for her bass. She thanked the crew member before shoving the peice of neatly folded paper into her pocket. Phil was nowhere to be seen. Sav and steve were already greeting their lovers. Even Joe was conversing with Harper. Rick was avoiding both her and Bex, so phil had to be around somewhere. Maybe he got the hint that she didn't want to see him.

When it was time for def leppard to go on stage, she watched him appear from some dark corner and join Steve at the stairs waiting for their cue. She didn't stick around to watch him play like normal. She found her own dark corner to sulk quietly in. She opened the note.

'My love,

I'm sorry i hurt you. Please let me explain

-phil'

Gemma rolled her eyes and threw the note down, stomping it under the heel of her foot.

About half way through the leppard set, a young man joined her in her quiet little space, asking to sit with her.

He was tall with dark hair cut short. He was young too, no older than 23.

"Sure," she shrugged, trying not to snort at the fact that he was wearing a def leppard shirt. "Fan of the band?" She asked after he gave her a questioning look.

"Yeah def leppards great, I've been following them since high n dry. your guys record really rocks too, " He stated, sitting next to her on the stadium floor. He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket and offered one to her. She took it, flicking her lighter lighting both hers and his.

" Thank you," she said, not sure if it was for the compliment or the cigarette.

"You played really well tonight," the man lied right through his teeth. He was almost giddy. He was just trying to be sweet, and that bugged her. She didn't want sweet. She wanted honest.

"Thank you," she said a little more dryly than she would have liked.

"Im sorry. Did i say something to upset you?" The man asked.

"No," she felt bad for being short with him. It wasn't the mans fault she was caught up on a man who didn't love her. She really needed to get phil off her mind. "Wanna join me back at my hotel room tonight?"

He looked a little taken back by her bluntness, but a smile spread across his face. "Sure... I'm Ryan, by the way."

"Pleasure to meet you, Ryan."

Phil sat across the backstage area, watching Gemma flirt with some groupie. He was beyond jealous even though he really didn't have the right to be. He tried catching her gaze several times with no success.

When she leaned over and whispered something in the dudes ear, her hands resting on the mans chest, phil felt his blood starting to boil. He watched her giggle and bat her eyes. She was trying to pull this bloke, and it was pissing him off.

"It's your own fault, mate," Steve stated, handing him a cup. Amaya stood right next to him, glaring slightly at phil. He couldn't blame her for that. He hurt her best friend.

Phil drank the contents of the cup, no questions asked. It was only water Steve knew better than to give him anything different. Phil still felt slightly disappointed by this discovery. "What are you drinking?" Phil asked, praying for it to be vodka.

Steve looked down at his cup then, too, the blonde drummer at his side. "Sorry, only water. Aparently, it's good for me"

"It is," Amaya stated, kissing Steve's cheek sweetly. "Maybe you should have thought about this before opening your mouth, hmm?" She gestured to Gemma.

Phil just hummed, training his eyes back on Gemma. He tried to tune out the couple that sat next to him. Amaya was right. As frustrating as it was to watch Gemma with another man, he did it to himself.

Suddenly, gemma said something to the man and got up headed out into the hall. Phil followed her without thinking, slipping into the bathroom after her locking the door so no one walked in on their conversation.

Gemma looked up in the mirror when the lock clicked. Her face shifted from shock to distaste. "Sorry mate, I'm not in the mood to blow ya," she hissed, going back to fixing her hair.

" no Gemma that's not why I'm here"

"Good. Cause I already have a man to give me what I want tonight"

Phil Winced slightly at that. "Gem, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said earlier"

Her eyes softened slightly as his voice broke, but then they returned to their cold glare.

"Then what did you mean? 'I don't want this to be anymore then what it is' you don't want a relationship that's fine but I'm not gonna be your fucking bedwarmer. God i sound like fucking bex."

"Gemma, please, I didn't mean what I said. i love you"

"No, you don't," she scuffed, applying a pink lipstick.

"I do"

"No phil you don't. There's a difference between love and lust"

Phil cleared the space between them quickly and turned her around by her waist, pulling her flush against his chest and kissing her. Gemma balled her hands into his hair. He was surprised that she kissed back even if she was aggressive about it.

Phil just let her words weren't working. Maybe actions would. He let her tug harshly at his hair. Let her dig her nails into the back of his neck. Let her bite his lip harshly.

Phil groaned as she pulled away only to shove him against the wall and mold their bodies together again. She was still writing her heels from the concert, making her tower over him more than normal. That aspect alone made kissing Gemma different than kissing any other bird.

He gave complete control over to her. Letting her do whatever she pleased. Everything was rough. Her hands slipped under his shirt just so she could rake her nails down his sides. It stung like a bitch causing phil to hiss.

She showed all her emotions with her mouth and hands. Phil would be a liar if he said he didn't find it hot. Gemma knew it, too. She trailed her lips down his neck, biting hard where his neck and shoulder met. She trailed her lips back up towards his ear.

"You really thought this would work, hmm?" She purred. "Really thought that if you could get me to shag you, I'd forgive you?"

"No," phil swallowed, trying to think with his brain, not his boner. "But I thought maybe if you worked off some of your aggression, then maybe we could actually talk like adults"

It was over just as fast as it began, and Gemma tore away from him. Her lipstick was smudged, and phil was sure that the pink tint was probably smeared all over his lips. "Your fucking ridiculous you can't fix everything with sex"

"You weren't listening to words," He stated, panting slightly. He was almost positive she had drawn blood on the back of his neck.

"I'm listening to you. It just doesn't matter!"

"Why doesn't it matter? What the fuck do you want?!" Phil yelled.

"Comitment phil! All I want is you to be a little bit more committed to me. I know that's a fucking scary thing but that's life. You have to weight the risks and ovibously I'm not worth the risk"

"I want to try! I want to commit to a relationship. Please let me love you"

"You love my body, phil. You love the way I let you fuck me. You don't love me" she hissed looking in the mirror a final time. She fixed her lipstick for the second time in a 5 minute span before unlocking the bathroom door.

"Wait, Gemma," she stopped but didn't turn around. She waited a second but phil didn't know what to say. She looked over her shoulder at him before walking out.